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Just Stay!
Smif‐n‐Wessun
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Conway the Machine
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I really need to be with you
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, I'm sorry I've done you so wrong, so wrong
That I really need you to come back home
I'm on my bended knee
I'm begging you please
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I'ma beg
They say the flesh is weak, but the faith is strong
There's over six-thousand verses inside the Qur'an (Alhamdulillah)
There's a hundred-fifty diamonds in this link
We gettin' money, nigga, fuck what you think
I ain't sellin' my soul for no amount of paper (Nah)
Favor for a favor, holla if it's major (Hello)
I don't know everything, but something that I do know
You ain't fuckin' with me or no flow (Nah)
You pussy, so is your doppelgänger (Word)
My baby beautiful, body strapped like a gangbanger (Boom)
Cee-lo champ in the hood Olympics (Put it down)
Ten heads in a row, my body different
My man 8-5-7-8-6-0-5-4
Should be home soon 'cause his time short (What up, nigga?)
I want us to be rich, spread the love and wealth
You on the bullshit tryna keep the plug for self
Yeah, ninety-nine attributes (Mashallah)
The maker, the owner, the flow masterful (That's for y'all)
Don't wanna clash with you, if we do
I'ma blast a fool (Buck buck buck)
We raise the barbs and passin' you what we have to do (Let's go)
This all natural, no additives, nothin' artificial (No)
The don official, blow you a kiss, palmin' a pistol (Yeah)
Arrivederci, sayonara, no bad karma
Comin' up with no screenplays, so mad drama
Dad and grandma responsible for my persona
Shoot a vine in my bloodline in the Carolinas (Soo-woo)
My designer refined, custom attire
Livin' where it's special, guest appearance on the flyer (Yeah)
All-nighters, I supply the paraphernalia (Smoke with it)
Plan, plot, strategize, no time for no failures
Get familiar, this authentic, we certified (Ah)
Fertilized, drop shit every word that I verbalize
Twelve jewels in a student enrollment
Everybody got emotions, up to you to control it
But all I had to do was get focused
Pour the Krug up, let's toast it
Let's celebrate this beautiful moment, nigga
The almighty TEC is still to my big brothers
Fuck the nerds in the comments runnin', they dick suckers
Cracker ain't got nothin' for you but the pen, brother
A jumpsuit and a DIN number
Look, write your way out the hood, pick up your pen, brother
Make you some songs and do big numbers (Woo, woo)
Two-toed God, blue Goyard
I'm sendin' P's in the mail like it's new postcards (Ah)
Machine, bitch, I run through whole squads
Signed another deal, went and bought two more cars
Yeah, it be myself, lord, and master
Uh, soul controller and I own the masters, bastard
Machine
I really need you to come back home
I'm on my bended knee
I'm begging you please
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I'ma beg
I really need you to come back home
I'm on my bended knee
I'm begging you please
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I'ma beg